The prints of his fingers were clearly visible on the left hemisphere, although on the right one they had spread and joined to form a lovely rose hue.
"You would follow Lois, and you would spy on us… but you wouldn't even give me a bit of pleasure with your mouth in recompense, eh?" Erik said, and she whimpered loudly.
Pushing hard with his left forearm on her back, he looked at me. I began to count.
"One…two. One… two!"
Methodically, he proceeded to cover every tiniest portion of that upturned and shivering flesh with his sharply-descending palm, keeping perfect time with my count. The loud slaps cracked out again and again. More tongues of flame leaped through her firm, round haunches. The girl writhed and jerked and quivered, emitting whimpers and little moaning sounds.
A well-aimed swat to the very base of her right cheek, the one that had received the worse punishment and now showed no white flesh at all, brought an ugly cry from her. Her bare legs shot straight out, jerking convulsively. Again he was careful to aim at the very reddest area of tormented flesh. Down came his hand, slamming hard across both full firm posteriors.
She screamed, jerking as though stabbed. Tears spurted from her eyes. Her loud "Ahhhhh" and "Arrrrhhh" and "Ayaaaa-a-a-a" sounds had now diminished to a steady moaning: "Unnnggghhhhnnnn…"
He looked up at me and nodded.
I went for the jar. She saw nothing while I held it out to him. He thrust his finger in, covering it with slippery greaseless lubricant and waited.
At last, since the beating seemed to have ended, she slowly relaxed her tight-clenched cheeks. (A very muscular bottom, that girl has!) We watched the slap-reddened demiglobes ease apart.
Erik slid his well-slicked finger between them and straight up into the smooth warm passage of her soft, tender, anus.
She screeched and went drum-taut, all over. I watched her calves bunch. She strove to hurl herself from his knees to the floor. To no avail, of course. He held her there and he held his finger in her. He looked up with a small smile, and he nodded.
"Deee-aa-a-a-rrr… G-Go-o-o-od… s-s-s… TOP!"
I don't believe I have ever heard a more pitiful or totally defeated and humiliated voice, a more pleading voice, in all my life. How could a girl BE this way? How could her parents have made such a creature of her? Why hasn't Isobel tried to make a human being of her? She's like a female priest! Christ, she's utterly miserable! And I'm happier than anybody has a right to be, serving and being laid by two men! I have been for three years, ever since I came here at age fourteen and Erik gave me the rules: serve, obey, fuck and suck. I agreed. He opened my virgin ass that night, the same night, with first one finger and then two and then his big swollen shaft.
I was so lost in this reflection that I almost missed his signal to me. Erik plans everything. I caught it, though, standing there staring at his hand on her backside, seemingly missing one finger, the longest one, the finger finger. I said what he'd earlier told me to say at this point.
"Don't let her fool you, Erik. She does that to herself all the time, and she's bad two fingers up into that blast furnace between her buttocks, too!"
The girl moaned and went limp. Miles squatted to peer at her face, and rose again, shaking his head. She was not unconscious.
She was just defeated, humiliated in every pore. Her entire body lay there limply, submissively, in helpless defeat and silent expectation and tacit acceptance of whatever was to come next. In her mind, of course, she was utterly debased and degraded, at bottom.
She didn't know about the plans we had for her!
ENTRY FORTY-ONE
That was no place to end it, really, but I got tired of writing.
After that Erik held her there for a time, wiggling his finger way up in the warm, flaccid tunnel of her ass.
Then he popped it forth, making her gag and lurch, tautening in, pain as it jerked from her tiniest of holes. And Erik took his hands off her. A moment later she slid off his legs, squeaked, and hit the floor with several slaps. She lay there sobbing quietly.
After a time Erik said, "Well, neighbor. Are you ready to give me head now?"
"I… I… o-o-o-h-h-h… I… what?"
She didn't even know the phrase!
"Are you ready to suck his pretty cock," I said, and Erik gave me a nasty look.
She jerked as if struck, lying there on the floor half-naked, and she moaned out, "No-o-o-o-o-oooOH!"
Erik sighed. "Put her back in the chair," he said.
Miles dragged her sagging body up until she was on her feet. Her panties cinched her thighs just at her knees. The pouting little pit of her belly, so sparsely and palely furred, seemed to smile at us. She shut her eyes, as though if she could not see us, we could not see her.
"A choice," Erik said. "Shall we pull your panties up and sake off your blouse and bra, or would you rather keep them and lose, the panties?"
"Oh God! How could you give me such a choice!"
"Because I am basically a nice man," Erik said without any semblance of a smile. "Anyone else would already have stripped you… and probably ruptured your cherry, too. Decide."
"Please what, Tory? Decide for you? Do you want me to make the decision? If I do, it is irrevocable, I'll tell you that. You'll disagree with whatever I decide, surely, but that will be too bad."
"Oh-h-hhh… no… no please… I can't…"
Miles reached around her to rub his hand over her bulging brassiere. She lurched violently, but she was still bound and he hung onto her. He looked surprised. The girl was in good shape, and no weakling.
She hung her head. "I… I… please… cover my… my… please pull up my… my pantie-e-eess…"
"Miles, pull up her pants and no messing with her fat little pudendum! And off comes the blouse and bra."
"No… I… please don't…"
"The little silly," I said, "we've already seen her ass and cunt." I used those words because I knew they really shook her. "Her fat tits are the only mystery she has left!"
She saw the truth of that immediately. Her head came up, big blue eyes pleading, all liquid with a film of tears. More tears and smeared ones sparkled on her cheeks.
"Yes! I mean no… I… I… the p-pants can g-go."
"You," Erik said implacably, "already chose."
And we both helped, because again she became a squirmy eel! Miles dragged her pants back up over her full, swollen, thrusting mound, pulling them tightly up over her well-whipped rump-globes in back and her mound in front, so snugly that there was a very sexy and sweet little indentation between the soft pink lobes of her cunt.
Then be tore away her blouse, and we had a struggle!
Eventually the brassiere tore, too, and when it fell away there were deep-etched marks in her flesh where the straps had bitten in as Miles yanked and dragged on them… and as she twisted and tried to yank and drag herself away. Out spilled the glory of her chest. The lovely white pendants of her bosom jiggling and bouncing like two water-filled balloons on the end of a rubber string. From them speared forth her nipples, thrusting forth like pale juicy grapes quivering on the vine, begging to be plucked before they burst.
She moaned out her agonized humiliation, and at last stopped struggling. Although she still… or rather again… wore her skimpy black panties, they were more of an adornment than a covering. She must have known that besides, all three of us had seen all she had to show as I had deliberately reminded her.
Miles and I held her tightly, straining, while Erik raised both hands to cup the hot satiny dumplings of her breasts. He caressed and lightly grasped both those fleshy, audaciously-thrusting demi-globes of white flesh… and then she went utterly limp.